It was the evening of the Glee Club concert, and nearly everybody not a freshman was going to dine somewhere before the concert. Judy and Nance were invited to the McLeans', and Molly was to have dinner with Mary Stewart and her guests in the Quadrangle apartment. During the process of dressing there was a great deal of "cross-talk" going on at Queen's that night. Through the open doors along the corridors voices could be heard calling: "Has anyone a piece of narrow black velvet?" "Margaret, don't you dare go without hooking me up!" "Who thinks white shoes and stockings are too dressy?" "Oh my, but you look scrumptious!" Molly had saved her most prized dress for this occasion. It was the one she had purchased the Christmas before in New York and was made of old blue chiffon cloth over a "slimsy" satin lining, with two big old rose velvet poppies at the belt. It was cut out in the neck and the sleeves were short. Just before coming back to college, she had indulged in long ecru suède gloves, which she now drew on silently. She had received a letter from her mother that morning and her heart was heavy within her. The letter said: "The investment I made last summer has not turned out well. The young son has assured me that the family intends to pay back all the creditors, and I am trying not to worry. In the meantime, my precious daughter, you must not think of giving up college, as you offered in your last letter; that is, until this term is over. Then we will see what can be done, although I am obliged to tell you that things do not look very hopeful about any present funds. Jane is to take a position in town as librarian and Minnie intends to start a dancing class. Your brothers and sisters and I will get on, but oh, I did so want you to have the advantages of a good education." "But so much else goes with the education," Molly protested to herself. "So many pleasures and enjoyments. Somehow, it doesn't seem fair for me to be going to glee club concerts when all my family are working so hard." "Have you any stamps, Judy?" she asked suddenly, as she hooked that young woman into her dress. "As many as you want up to a dozen," answered Judy. "They are in the pill box on my desk." Molly made her way through Judy's tumbled apartment and helped herself to the stamps. "I'll return them to-morrow," she said absently, drawing a letter from her portfolio, slipping one stamp into the envelope, and sticking the other on the back. "What in the world are you writing to a real estate firm for, Molly?" demanded Judy, looking over Molly's shoulder. "Oh, just answering an ad." "Are you so rich that you are going to buy a farm?" "I wish I were." Judy's curiosity never gave her any peace, and she now desired earnestly to know why Molly was corresponding with this strange firm. "If it turns out well, I'll tell you," said Molly; "but if it doesn't, you'll never, never know." "You mean thing, and I thought you loved me," ejaculated Judy.